Alistair moves where he's directed. He doesn't fall into the chair with quite as much force this time -- mostly because he can use the seat back and table for support as he lowers himself down.

(The cheese plate gets a look full of longing. Yes, truly, the worst part of this whole business is that he can't inhale the entire platter of magnificent dairy products straightaway.)

"You spoil me," he says, reaching for the broth.